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The wind whispers through the trees,
the limbs bend and sway with a soft gentle touch,
they do not snap or break with a touch too harsh,
but instead..surrender with joy...
to the never ending..whisper of the wind...


 


she wanders lost alone and empty
seeking something she can't find...
while distant memories of her past...
flicker through her mind...

But something hidden deep inside
calls out to those who listen..
a few pass by...a pace so swift
her needs...her cries...unmentioned

her body longs...for just his touch...
that one who'll make her whole...
and wake up that which lives inside...
that slave within her soul...

fate takes her to a tavern small...
a place not often traveled..
a shadowed figure chose to heed...
the whispered voice of one in need.

warm fingers barely graze her skin...
she shudders at his touch...
a muttered voice calls out her name...
slave...my slave..

dark eyes look up...
slave whispers back...
Yes Master?

her body responds, a sigh...a moan...
small changes He can read...
slave girl wakes up...
slut is born...slave girl now...is free...
 
hands drift down...to a soft wet cunt...
a toy for Master's pleasure...
thoughts just roam...a slave girl dreams...
a girl before her Master...
nude with butterfly
she slides her tongue across soft dry lips...
a subtle motion with full slave hips...
a quick thrust up...inviting..teasing...
all her thoughts...of only pleasing...
  .
  a trace of him upon full lips...
an appetizer of things to follow...
hungry slut girl moans and swallows...
thirsting for a taste of him.
.
  her hips lift up..rocking..needing
wanton slut...begging...pleading..
fingers find and pull and twist...
at hardened nipples..needing lips
.
a body jerking thrusting...yearning...
full of hunger, no more teasing...
eyes aflame with passion bright...
peer into the dark of night...
.
searching for that figure far...
spotted lounging in tavern, small
crawls to him and on bended knee...
cries out to him with begging pleas
.
  slave girl fumbles with her needs...
unsure how to show them...
blooming slave on folded knees...
turns to slut...to try and please...
.
  fingers slip again to hot bare cunt...
that toy for Master's pleasure.
full of hunger..full of lust...
hungry slut...just needs his touch...
.
  slut wakes up from slumber, restless...
wanton body starving...desperate
turns her eyes to door ajar...
sees her Master...and yearning...breathless....
.
whispers only one word......
.......please.......
 

sunshine lights her life....
wind whispers in her ear....
belly warms with just a touch....
she turns around....
..........He's here........

A couple of my Favorite Songs
 

by Andrew Lloyd Webber
nude with butterfly

Nightime heightens, sharpens each sensation.
Darkness wakes, and stirs imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses.
  .
  Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor.
Sense it, grasp it, tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day.
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light.
And listen to the music of the night.
.
  Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before.
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And live as you've never lived before.
.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.
Open up your mind. Let your fantasies unwind
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight.
The darkness of the music of the night.
.
lTouch me, trust me, savor each sensation.
Let the dream begin.
Let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write.
The power of the music of the night!

You alone can make my songs take flight.
Help me make the music of the night.


When you look over your shoulder
And you see the life that youíve left behind
When you think it over do you ever wonder?
What it is that holds your life so close to mine

You love the thunder and you love the rain
What you see revealed within the anger is worth the pain
And before the lightning fades and you surrender
Youíve got a second to look at the dark side of the man

You love the thunder and you love the rain
You know your hunger like you know your name
And I know you wonder how you ever came
To be a woman in love with a man in search of the flame

Draw the shade and light the fire
For the night that holds you and calls your name
And just like your lover, knows your desire
And the crazy longing that time will never tame

You love the thunder and you love the rain
You know your hunger like you know your name
I got your number if itís still the same
You can dream
But you can never go back the way you came

(c) 1977 SWALLOW TURN MUSIC